Author: Daddy Walker
Title: Artistic Relevance
Keywords: M~FFF snuff nc scat anal rape ws

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Artistic Relevance


The introduction sequence was the same in each film. On the
screen, the blond teen girl was bent over a tool bench, hands
tied behind her back. As the shot started, you could see her
captor standing behind her, wearing a black rubber mask over his
face. He was pulling her head back by her hair with one fist, and
his other arm was reaching under her throat, holding a big
hunting knife. The blade looked sharp against her pearly white
skin. Her slender body was being held in mid-air, pulled up by
the hair. Her large breasts were hanging down under her, nipples
shivering slightly just above the workbench. You could just make
out his stiff cock sticking into her body from behind, before the
camera started to zoom in on her smooth, perfectly featured face.
She stared straight into the camera, twisting a little in pain,
but otherwise she seemed strangely in control of herself. As the
camera was done zooming, the girl started talking straight into
it, suddenly acting like this was all nothing but a commercial.

- "Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, it's time to start getting
yourselves hard and soaked once again... Get ready for another
hour of the ultimate stroking and fingering pleasure! SnuffBitch
Productions proudly provide what your cocks and cunts have always
desired! Young, innocent girls, abused and brutally disposed of,
only for your home viewing, sexual satisfaction!"

When she was done talking, there was a moment of silent waiting,
before she spoke back to the man that was holding her.

- "Was it good this time?"

From the sound of it, she was really hoping for her work to be
done now. His voice answered from the background of the
soundtrack.

- "Yeah, that was perfect, bitch! You've really got some talent!"

There was a brief smile of relief, and she relaxed for just a
second. Then she jolted, and her face twisted in a look of
unexpected pain. Out of focus over her shoulder, you could see
the reason, as her captor slammed himself deep into her body,
pulling her back hard by her hair. After an initial, short
whimper of agony, her mouth opened up for a protesting scream. At
that moment, she was interrupted by the knife, forcefully carving
into her straining throat. Her face turned into an expression of
panic and surprise, and you could see her gagging fast and
repeatedly, her tongue being forced out of her mouth by the metal
plowing through her flesh. The blade quickly and brutally sliced
all the way across her throat, causing a river of blood to spew
from the growing opening. In almost an instant, her head had been
cut halfway loose, but you could still see her mouth moving,
opening and closing in some last, desperate reflex, fighting for
a life that was already lost. All the time you saw her body
shaking in rhythm from the fucking. Soon she was forced to start
giving up her struggle, and her eyes were loosing their focus,
slowly tilting upwards under her dropping eye lids. As her
relaxing body kept on moving at each impact from behind, the last
bubbling hisses of air were being pressed out through the gap in
her windpipe. From beginning to end, it didn't take her more than
a minute to die. The shot ended with the loud, male grunts of
orgasm from the background, and then the picture just stayed on
the dead teenage face. This was where the rest of the movie
usually started, and the cheap, home made SnuffBitch logo
appeared on the screen.

...

The artist was sitting in a small, closed room with concrete
walls and concrete floor. There was nothing but four TV-monitors,
a computer, and his office chair for furnishing.

The time had come to start cutting his new movie together, and on
one of the screens you could see the two stars, huddled up
together, naked in the corner of their cell. They were two young
women, seemingly in their early twenties. One had dark brown,
curly, long hair, and the other one was a short haired blonde.
Both girls were slim, small bodied, big breasted, and had
absolutely perfect, sweet, and innocent faces. He had chosen them
carefully, as always.

He would have over fifty paying customers this time, allowing him
to live very well for over a year on that money alone. He had
some contact with the people who watched his work, in addition to
the money he would receive from them. Some women, usually wifes
of the men that originally bought the film, would send him mail,
telling him how they were looking forward to his next release,
giving him suggestions, seeking his attention. It aroused him to
imagine them, sitting in their expensive couches, pleasuring
themselves to the scenes on the screen, sipping on their wine,
and masturbating to the merciless death of a young, beautiful
woman.

He only sold to older, rich people, and he made sure they were
well established members of society, people that would have
everything to loose from trying to set him up in any way.

He took another look at his monitors. This days work was coming
to an end. Tomorrow he would go into the dungeon again, and this
time at least one of the two women would get to experience what
would hopefully be a very cinematic death. Right now, the artist
needed to relax, and he switched on one of the older films.
After watching fifteen minutes with his fist slowly moving
around his erect organ, he skipped to the finale. He leaned up,
watched the screen in concentration, and started stroking his
cock faster, with desperate screams of ultimate terror
accompanying from the speakers. It didn't take long before he
reached his orgasm, grunting in pleasure. For a few seconds he
just sat there, jets of sperm shooting out over the dusty
concrete floor, adding to old, petrified layers. After his
release he got out of his chair and left the room, going up to
get the extra cameras ready for tomorrow. He passed the door to
the dungeon on his way up, and felt an almost unbearable tickle
of anticipation in his cock.

It always felt so good when they died.

...

The two girls were named Jenny and Stephanie.

Jenny, the short haired, blonde one, was 24, and a young and
ambitious politician already running for office. Ten days ago it
was all that had occupied her mind, but now it had faded to a
faint memory. She had lost track of the time she had spent in
this dungeon.

The brown haired one, Stephanie, was 19. She was just another
high school drop out, working at the grocery store around the
corner from her apartment.

They were broken into complete submission by now. Whenever their
captor came into the room to enjoy their bodies, they did
whatever he asked, trying as hard as they could to please him, no
matter how painful it would become. So far, Jenny was the most
successful one. She was determined to get out of here alive, no
matter what it took.

He had showed them a video on the second day, of another pair of
girls in the same dungeon, raped and humiliated over and over
again. At the end of the film he had chosen one of those girls to
die, and it was the one that had disappointed him the most up
until then. Jenny had recognized both girls in the film from the
newspapers, and she could remember that he had let the other one
go. She had told Stephanie. To her shame, Jenny had found herself
asking on occasion if sharing her knowledge had been the best
thing to do.

It might not matter though. Stephanie clearly had trouble
controlling herself.

Almost every time she felt the horrible pain of the long, sharp
cock inside her, she would loose control, fighting and crying.
Jenny's self control made Stephanie feel stupid. She hadn't been
able do anything properly in her entire life, and now she
couldn't even pull herself together to fight for it...

The only piece of furniture in the cell was a wooden table that
he used to rape them on. It stood in the middle of the ten by ten
foot room, and it looked like some sort of workbench. In one
corner of the room there were blankets on the floor for the girls
to sleep on, and in the opposite corner was the door. There was a
slide shutter at the top of the door, and a shelf just big enough
for the plates of food he would give them. Other than that there
was a pipe with a faucet for water on one of the walls, and a
metal drain in another corner for the girls to squat down over,
and use as their piss hole.

On the third morning, when the blinding, hot spotlights in the
roof had been switched on, Jenny had woken up to Stephanie crying
quietly, and two big, smelly logs of shit laying on the metal
drain. The faucet had been running, but the trickle of water
running across the floor had just been going straight down the
edge of the drain, clearly not reaching its intended target.
Foolishly, it had ended in Jenny screaming at the walls to their
captor, asking him in anger what they were supposed to do. Of
course he had heard her, there were cameras in all corners of the
ceiling. The sound of his answering voice in the speaker had made
her fill up with regret, realizing that he had been watching and
listening, and there was nothing she could do to take her words
back.

He had told them that he would agree to remove the foul
substance, if they just brought it to the opening in the door.
After a few seconds Jenny had realized what he wanted them to do.
She had looked at the repulsing shit pieces on the other side of
the room, and then at the other girl, crying in the corner.

Stephanie had looked back, screaming with tears running from her
eyes.

- "No way! I can't do it! I can't! It's so disgusting!"

Jenny had contemplated leaving it all for a few seconds, but she
had realized that this was a punishment she had to take. The
blond girl had forced herself to walk over to the grating. After
some hesitation she had bent down and taken the two fat pieces in
her hands. They had been a bit soft, and still warm.

A minute later when she had sat down on her blanket at the other
end of the room, the door hatch had opened, and a hand covered in
a plastic glove had lifted them out from the shelf.

She had been forced to repeat the procedure many times after
that, Stephanie just hid herself in the other corner, seeming
like she was unable to look at anything but the wall before it
was all removed. After they had grown accustomed to their
environment, both girls seemed to have fallen into a rhythm were
they were forced to go over to the corner on a daily basis, to
squat down in shame and take a massive shit right before the eyes
of the other.

Ten days had gone by now. Every time the door opened they knew it
would be worse than the last. He always wore a mask, and brought
some kind of weapon. They were just forced to sit there waiting,
always hoping that the next time there were noises at the door it
would be for food, and only for food.

...

This time it wasn't.

He was wearing a black and red gimp mask, with an open zip-lock
around his mouth to allow him to talk. He put a heavy looking bag
down on the floor, and then brought in two cameras on tripods,
before he locked the door behind himself.

He was very well built, and he was naked apart from a pair of
military boots and the mask. His long, semi-erect cock was
sticking right out in mid-air, and there was a gigantic, very eye
catching, machete in his right hand.

He didn't even have to speak or look at them before Jenny
realized that this time would be different from the others. The
look of the machete made her start shaking in fear, and she knew
that she wasn't ready for this yet.

The two girls stayed frozen in the corner, but the killer ignored
them, walking up to the wooden bench. He started setting up the
cameras.

A minute later he pointed at Jenny.

- "You! Get over here, on your knees!"

The stone floor was dusty and dirty, scraping against her knees
as she crawled. When she got to her master she looked up at his
towering body. His eyes looked back down with arousal.

She knew what to do, and the thought actually filled her with a
sense of comfort. He spoke.

- "What are you waiting for, cunt?"

Jenny quickly leaned in and took his cock in her mouth. She saw
the machete in his hand glisten at the side of her eye, but she
forced herself to focus on the cock now, making her master enjoy
his slave. She pressed her lips around the shaft and slid them
down, she licked the cock head, coating it in saliva, and she
felt him respond, swelling and tensing. The growing cock in her
mouth felt good, relaxing her, and she could soon feel her pussy
start to moisten involuntarily. She told herself that it was just
a reflex, just her body preparing for the rape it had come to
expect.

Shortly after he had reached full erection, he pushed her away,
and then he pulled her up on her feet by her hair, using only one
arm. He was so powerful. How could she ever have yelled at him?
For a moment she felt her cunt responding to his strength,
juicing in submission, and she had to tell herself once again, that
she wasn't really enjoying this. It was just a defense
reaction...

She didn't have to think about this very long however, as every
sensation in her body was soon replaced by pain. He spun her
around and threw her brutally down onto the bench, driving
splinters of wood into her stomach and breast flesh. Then he got
a hand camera from his bag, and turned over to Stephanie, who was
still sitting in her corner.

- "You! Get over here and grab this camera! You're going to film
her face!"

Stephanie got up, knowing that she had to obey, and trembling
without ability to control herself, she managed to take the camera
and point it towards Jenny's face. The agonized features of the
young blonde faded into focus on the little viewing screen. The
killer didn't waste any time. He checked to see that all the
cameras got a good view, and then he moved up and positioned the
tip of his rigid cock against Jenny's tightly closed asshole. He
forced himself inside with a violent thrust.

Jenny screamed in pain as the cock tore into her. She cramped
down in panic, increasing the pleasure of her tormentor as he
kept burying more and more of his thick meat inside her. When he
was ten inches deep in her ass, almost all the way in, he yelled
out loud in satisfaction.

- "Yeaaahhh! That's what I'm talking about, Bitch! Fuck you, you
little whore!"

He started fucking her furiously, pulling his cock out several
inches, and plowing it back in. He held the machete to her neck,
grabbing her by her hair.

- "Tell me that you love me, Bitch!"

She was crying hysterically by now, nothing inside her able to
hold back the pain and horror of this experience. Between the
grunts of torment that disfigured her face, she still managed to
press out the words, in a desperate attempt to stay alive for
just a few more minutes.

- "I ... Uuuunnngggghhhhh! Luuuhhvv.... Uuuuuuuuhhhh.....
Yooouuuuu..."

- "Good fucking whore! Yeaaahhh! Fuck you!"

He didn't really slow down his assault, but he removed the blade
from her neck, leaning back to give the asshole around his cock a
little more attention. He spoke to her again.

- "I've decided that I kind of like you, Fuckbitch, but I have to
tell you the truth. I think your asshole is a little dirty. Now
I'm sure you'll want to do everything you can, so I won't have to
fuck another messy shithole, won't you?"

Jenny nodded silently through her tears. She tried to pull herself
together after her complete loss of control, knowing that she had
get a grip soon before something really bad happened.

The man turned to Stephanie.

- "You, stop filming Bitch, and give me the camera! Good. Now
bend over for your friend, and make sure she can reach your dirty
ass with her pretty little mouth!"

Stephanie felt a lot calmer now than she had just a couple of
minutes ago. There was a flicker of hope after seeing the other
girl loose it, but something else was perhaps even more
important. Seeing Jenny's tears of pain excited Stephanie. For a
few seconds she had even thought that Jenny was about to die. It
was the first thought in days that had felt good.

After putting the camera down, the brunette turned around and
dutifully bent forward. She reached back as she was instructed
to, and pulled her cheeks apart, revealing a very thin stretch of
soft anal hair, and a small, but visible crust of dirty
substance, surrounding her puckered hole. She scooted backwards
slowly, until she felt herself meeting the other girls soft face.

Her face lodged between the ass cheeks, Jenny knew she had no
choice but to force herself to start licking. She opened her
mouth and covered Stephanie's anal opening. There came an
involuntary sigh of pleasure from Stephanie, and strangely,
Jenny's first reaction was happiness. She was glad that the other
girl had finally overcome her panic.

A second later Jenny cursed herself for not remembering what was
at stake. She felt herself slowly losing her emotional balance,
feeling that if there had been any justice, the situation should
have been reversed now! A full length of cock up her ass reminded
her of what she was supposed to do, and she reluctantly started
sliding her tongue over the wrinkled dirt-hole in front of her.
The seconds slowly crept by as she kept licking.

By the time the cock was finally pulled out of her stomach,
Stephanie's asshole was clean.

As she moved away from the warm tongue and turned around,
realizing that her time had come, nervousness suddenly filled
her. When she finally laid her eyes on the shaft that would fuck
her, messed up with traces of shit from inside Jenny, the
nervousness quickly turned to nausea and horror. Their captor
pointed to the shit coated organ, and started talking.

- "Now your time has come, Bitch! If you want to survive, you get
down here fast and clean this cock, before you take it up your
filthy ass."

Stephanie burst into tears in less than a second. She couldn't do
it! She had lost all control once more, and now she was going to
die! She had known for the last few days that this moment would
come, but she still couldn't believe it was true. She could feel
her entire stomach cramping up in absolute, mortal dread, and her
cries quickly escalated towards hysteria.

Suddenly the crying was interrupted by a plead from the table.

- "Please! ..."

The room fell silent, and the eyes of both the killer and
Stephanie turned to Jenny. The blonde had lost her focus for just
a second. Stephanie's cries had been unbearable, and because of a
single rash impulse to stop them, Jenny had made a serious
mistake. She felt the gazes of the others, and she immediately
understood that she had to try and smooth this over fast. She
hesitated for a second.

- "Please, I can do it for her... Just this once..."

It was the wrong thing to say. The killer turned toward her
again, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her violently up from
the table.

- "So you want to take what she had coming, is that right?"

He was too fast, and all she had time to do was scream.

- "Well, I'll better let you take it then, cunt!"

He pulled her around to the other side of the table, slamming her
legs into the corners on the way. Once on the other side, he
threw her down hard on the wood again. She was facing the other
way now, laying on her stomach, looking into the cameras that had
been focused on her asshole before. It finally dawned completely
on her what all this meant, and every dam that she had built
inside broke down in a second. She started crying desperately.

- "No, please! I didn't mean it! Please, I'll do anything! Please
don't kill me! I'll do anything! I don't want to die! Please
god, don't kill me!"

He didn't answer her, he just pushed her up the wooden surface
until her head and shoulders hung out the other side. Her legs
were now sticking straight out into the air behind her, unable to
bend over the edge that was digging into her thighs. He held her
down hard.

- "Ooohhhh, please goood noooooo! Pleeeease! I'll do anything you
want, anything! I mean it! Please don't kill me!"

Her pleas went unanswered. Her captor just calmly motioned for
the other girl to get up on the table. Stephanie snapped awake
from a trance of surprised chock, and obeyed him fast, climbing
up on the table. He spoke to her.

- "Put your knees up here, cunt! That's right, and now you sit
tight on her ass and hold her in place for me!"

He pulled Jenny's arms back on the table, and then made Stephanie
sit on them with her knees, rendering the captured girl unable to
move her upper body without twisting her own arms out of their
sockets. To hold Jenny down completely, all Stephanie had to do
now was to lean back, and sit down on the soft ass of the other
girl.

He reached into his bag to get something, and in a second he had
forced Jenny's mouth open, and jammed a jaw sized metal object
inside. The blonde gagged, and he pushed it further, as deep in
as it would go. Before she even realized what had happened, her
mouth had been locked open, and nothing she could do would allow
her to close it again. He leaned down towards her face, and
started talking again.

- "Put on a good show when you die, Bitch! Remember, a lot of
people are enjoying it."

She tried twisting, and her eyes turned upward, in a last,
desperate attempt to meet his look. It seemed like she tried to
beg him one more time.

But there was no mercy to be found, just the killers rock hard
cock. He slowly moved it inside her mouth. When he met the
opening to her throat, he took her by the back of her head, and
began to push forcefully. For a few seconds, the only sound in
the room was Jenny's gagging every time another inch of cock
slipped inside. Then those sounds stopped as well, but the
cameras on both sides still registered her convulsions around the
invading organ. When the teeth of her gaping mouth met his pubic
hair, he moaned from satisfaction, and began pressing her face as
hard as he could into his muscular stomach.

It only took a few moments before she started fighting, but she
was effectively trapped by the weight of Stephanie. The only real
movements Jenny succeeded in were twitches of her feet, and
repeated clenches of her fingers.

Stephanie could feel Jenny's every muscle moving. As the girl
underneath her twisted, Stephanie was amazed at how easy it was
to hold her down. All it took was the push of a knee, or an
occasional shift in body weight. Whenever Stephanie pressed
herself down against the smooth buttcheeks below, she felt a
pleasurable stretching of her own, moist asshole, and a
wonderful, light massaging touch against her cunt. She felt good
now. She couldn't have helped it even if she wanted to.

The killer spoke out loudly down to the girl around his cock,
ignoring the fact that she couldn't see or answer him.

- "So how does it feel?"

She already seemed to be loosing her energy, fighting only in
more and more sporadic bursts.

- "It feels really good in my end, let me tell you. That sweet
little throat of yours. You've made me so relaxed, I think I'll
even manage to take a piss in you before you die. What do you say
we try?"

There was of course no sound to answer him. The room was
strangely quiet as he just stood there for a few seconds, and
then Jenny suddenly twitched again, slamming and thumping against
the table. Her hands tightened into fists of torment, and from
the sides you could see her eyes opening wide, running with tears.

Stephanie realized he was probably pissing now. She felt a rush
of excitement through her body at the thought. She could feel
Jenny's smooth ass pressing up again, and there was no stopping a
moan of pleasure. Stephanie had become horny. The body under her,
trapped and dying, was so sexy, and by now Stephanie's watering
cunt was aching for some kind of attention. She wanted to just
shove her hand down into the wetness and rub, but she didn't dare.
She risked reaching up for just one second to stroke one of her
nipples. The rush of pleasure shooting down caused a high pitched
squeal to escape from her lips, and before she could control
herself she realized that her crotch muscles had responded in a
way she hadn't intended. A short, excited burst of piss sprayed
from her hairy cunt onto the back of the dying girl.

At the same time there came a gurgling noise from Jenny's mouth,
and then you could see her stomach moving, cramping hard, over
and over. Soon she had built up enough pressure, and squirts of
yellow liquid started shooting out around the cock, trickling
down over her chin. By the time she calmed down, it was starting
to become obvious that she was loosing her last strength.

She died suddenly, shuddering hard one last time, and relaxing
completely.

The killer produced a final, satisfied moan. He leaned back just
a little to get a better look of her. Her eyes were still open,
and his cock was lodged tight inside her throat. He began to pull
out slowly. When he had withdrawn just two inches there was a
wet, popping sound from the dead girl, and a cascade of piss
from her mouth flooded his cock.

When the flow had stopped, he withdrew from her mouth completely.
Long strands of urine and slime hung from the dripping lips. He
grabbed his machete and looked up at the girl sitting on top.

- "You can get off now."

Stephanie jerked when she saw the weapon, and she quickly climbed
off. The body on the table slid backwards as its legs bent down
over the edge. Stephanie crept back into the corner that had been
her home for over a week.

The killer had grabbed the dead girls head tightly by the hair
once more. He stepped up in front of her, brought the machete to
her throat, and began carving hard. It took only a few seconds to
cut almost the entire way through, leaving only the nape of the
neck intact. He pulled the head up, and the cut expanded to a
gaping opening. Then he lifted the machete, and with a powerful
swing, he separated her head completely from her body.

He turned around slowly, holding up his trophy high by the hair.
His cock was still standing hard from his body.

Behind him you could see that the cut was almost completely
straight. There was a small splinter of bone sticking out of the
flesh. The shoulders were slumped in an unnatural position, and
the entire weight of the upper body seemed to rest on the
flattened breasts. The cheeks of the ass had fallen outwards and
down, revealing the loose asshole and part of the hairy cunt slit
perfectly for the cameras behind.

A moment later, the killer put the head down on the table, and
his weapon next to it. Then he walked over to the opened anus,
put the tip of his cock to it, and effortlessly pushed inside.

He put his hands on the table, leaning forward to rest, and slid
slowly in and out of the dead asshole for a while. He kept
looking back and forth between the frightened girl in the corner,
and the pleasurable flesh surrounding his cock shaft. Eventually,
he grabbed the corpse by the shoulders, and started pounding
harder and harder. With a sigh of relief, he slammed himself all
the way in and reached his orgasm.

After some time he got up, and just walked out the door with the
head in one hand, and the machete in the other.

...

Stephanie sat alone for an hour. When he came back, it was only
to take the dead body away, and leave a plate of dinner. She ate,
and eventually the lights went out, like they had done every
other night.

She spent the first hour awake in fear, terrified that he would
not let her go after all. Eventually, she calmed down and got
some sleep.

She didn't know what time of the night it was when she woke up.
Everything felt a bit better now. She found herself thinking
about what had happened earlier in the day. She tried for as long
as she could to resist, but she was slowly growing more and more
excited again. She knew it was wrong, but when she thought that
she would be released, and then about her legs pressing into
Jenny's trapped, twisting body, Stephanie felt the excitement
building inside.

There was no need to hold back this time. Eventually she brought
her left hand up to her nipple, and then she leaned back against
the wall, spread her legs, and brought her right hand down
between them. Protected by the dark, the young girl couldn't
resist masturbating herself to an orgasm.

...

The following morning, when the door finally opened, he came in
still wearing the same mask as the day before. The first thought
in her mind was that he was coming to rape her again. Then she
noticed the head in his hands.

It was difficult to recognize Jenny's face by now. It looked sunk
in, and had lost most of its color. The bloodshot eyes were
visible under half open eye lids, and the dead mouth hung open in
an unnatural looking way. There was also a dark red line, like
some kind of cut, going all around the head, through the hair and
across the top of the forehead.

The killer put the head down on the floor. It stood up on its
own. He turned to Stephanie.

- "There is something we need to do before we are done here. The
audience will be expecting to see you fucked up the ass one more
time, or they will feel cheated on their ending. I hope you
understand that the audience can never be cheated on their ending."

He paused to get a response, but the young girl just sat silent
in the corner, avoiding his eyes. He continued.

- "I want to make sure your asshole is empty and ready, and I've
prepared your friends head for you to use as your toilet. You can
take as long as you want. After you've done this, everything will
be ok, I promise."

He turned and walked away. As the door locked, Stephanie huddled
up harder in the corner. Deep down, she had already known it
wouldn't be over yet.

She waited and cried silently. He must have known she couldn't do
this. The thought alone was enough to put her in a state of
paralyzed nausea.

She sat there for over an hour, calming down, but unable to think
clearly. Then things got even worse, as she could feel a familiar
pressure starting to build in her stomach.

Her anxiety grew. She tried sitting differently. She tried
relaxing, and then tensing.

When she cramped for the first time, she understood that it would
all be over soon unless she finally pulled herself together.

It took several cramps before she managed to force herself up. It
was getting impossible to hold back now. She cried in horror as
she walked slowly towards the head. Once there, she realized that
he had sawed through the skull, and that she was supposed to open
it. She reached down and grabbed Jenny's blond hair. There was a
slight, suction-like resistance, but then the entire top of the
head came off into Stephanie's hand. The contents of the head
appeared to have been almost completely scooped out.

She fought the need to vomit. She felt a new cramp coming, and in
a panic she managed to position herself over the open cranium.

As the final contraction came, she had the presence of mind to
squat down half way, her ass sticking out in mid-air just above
the bowl that waited below. She sighed, in shameful relief over
not having to push back any longer. There was a movement inside
her, and then her asshole opened, and a thick log started to
slide out. The young girl grunted, and bent down further towards
the skull.

With a wet sound, her shit fell loose, and dropped into the bowl
below. It was quickly followed by another.

She bowed forward and sat down on her knees, and then she tried
to calm down, telling herself that she was alright now.

After a while she looked back to the other girls face, and saw
the two, brown tips of shit sticking up over the edge of the
forehead. In an attack of shame, self-disgust and nausea,
Stephanie crawled over to the grating in the corner.

Minutes after, when her captor opened the door, she was back in
her corner on the blanket again, wet from just washing herself.
He walked up to her, and simply held out a pair of handcuffs.

- "Put them on, or give me your hands!"

She managed to hold her hands out without panicking, and he
cuffed them together. He looked down at her and kept talking.

- "The time has come Stephanie! All we have left to do is to
end this."

She waited for him to continue. She knew this was it. There
was an unhideable, desperate fear in her eyes.

- "I usually let the last living girl go Stephanie. It's a
dangerous thing to do, but it gives my customers greater value
for their money, when they can read about it all in the
newspapers like that. But I was just thinking that if we stop
now, after what you just did, it might really just have made
some of my more particular customers hope for more."

Somewhere deep inside, there was a growing chill. She could
feel tears welling up, almost impossible to hold back. She
kept hoping, against all hope, simply because he alternative
was too horrifying to comprehend.

- "I think this is the perfect opportunity for something extra
Stephanie, something that I've been trying to find a chance to
do for a long time. It's important to keep customers with
special tastes happy as well, even if it means making a few
sacrifices. I think we will wrap up the regular film right now
with a fast assfuck, but when I'm ready again we'll go out
back and shoot some extra material. Doesn't that sound ok to
you too?"

A horrible, bellowing sound started coming from the teenagers
mouth.

- "I guess it's alright for you to cry Stephanie. I suppose it
might even be good if you do."

He grabbed his cock and started making himself hard, looking
down at her.

...

The corner was filmed with a grainy, color surveillance camera.
The only visible objects were a door, and part of a big tank
next to it.

The tank looked about 4 feet high, and almost as wide on the
only fully visible side. There was a carved out opening up by
the side, showing that the container was almost full. Details
were hard to make out, but the contents looked mostly like a
soggy liquid, with the occasional collections of foam and
toilet paper floating on top.

It seemed to be some kind of cesspool.

The door opened, and a big man wearing only a gas mask pushed a
naked, young brown haired girl inside. She looked beautiful,
with large breasts, and a thick dark bush of teenage cunt-hair,
although her face was swollen and covered in tears.

As she took her first step inside, she doubled up and started
gagging from the smell. Her stomach was cramping without any
effect, like it had already been emptied. When the man pushed
her forward, she started fighting to get away, but he held her
with ease.

When she saw the tank, she screamed at the top of her lungs. She
fought harder, but the man in the gas mask just picked her up and
lifted her forward.

At the tank he strapped her hands to a strange looking metal
contraption. It seemed like a harness, attached to a pair of metal
pipes that went down under the surface. She was facing the pool,
and he attached her ankles to two metal pipes by her sides, and
then he tightened a leather collar around her neck, strapping her
down completely.

He stepped aside to watch her fight. Her upper body was bent
forward, leaning out over the putrid substance. The room was filled
with shrill screams of horror, interrupted by the sounds of choking.
Her tits were hanging straight down under her, and from behind you
could see the sprawling cunt-hair sticking out from the crack of
her thighs.

After a few moments he moved back up behind her, and unhinged the
top of the steel frame that her upper body was attached to. He held
her still by her hair for a while, and his grip appeared to be all
that prevented her and the heavy looking frame from toppling over
into the waste.

He lowered her head steadily towards the surface. She had suddenly
turned quiet, but the panicked sounds of her breathing and gagging
were getting faster and louder with every passing second.

When her face was only inches from the liquid, there was one last,
high pitched scream, cut short when she broke the surface.

He released her, and she slid down for about a foot before she
stuck to something. Her head was now completely submerged, and she
was under the surface to about the middle of her breasts. The rest
of her body was still visible, her legs shackled and spread, bent
down over the edge down the outside of the tank, and the exposed
cunt-slit between them.

She didn't move at all, giving the impression that she had managed
to hold her breath for at least a few seconds.

The killer unceremoniously spread her ass-cheeks, and then
positioned his swollen cock at her anal opening. As he penetrated
her, there was a loud moan of pleasure from under his mask.

The girls body started jerking, like she was losing control of
herself under the surface. Soon her feet were kicking and slamming
into the metal pipes. He started fucking her in brutal thrusts,
pulling out and shoving himself back in.

After about ten more seconds, the girls stomach muscles began
cramping visibly. The spasms became so violent that they lifted
her body into the air, causing the metal around her to slam and
rattle. Her feet were curling up over and over, pulling at their
shackles.

The cock in her asshole just kept sliding in and out, until the
time between her cramps grew longer. Eventually, while she was
steadily fucked, her movements faded into nothing but a series
of weak twitches.

When her body was finally completely relaxed and motionless, her
captor increased his tempo. He started acting like he was
getting close to the climax of his pleasure. With a long groan,
he sunk himself all the way inside her stomach, and put his
weight on her body. He tensed up, and then his buttocks started
clenching rapidly as he came into her.

Afterwards he rested for a while, leaned onto her, drawing deep
breaths. Eventually he pulled out of the loose ass-flesh
surrounding his softening organ.

He held the cock out over her body, and pissed down onto her
back.

Then he walked out of frame and came back with a plastic glove
on his hand, holding a big hunting knife. He reached down under
the surface to cut her loose, and then he released her feet,
and lifted her legs high into the air.

After a little push, Stephanie's body slid slowly downward,
disappearing completely into its liquid grave.

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